Saturday, February 27, 2010


It's moments like

seating myself next to you reading.

Saying hello like it's nothing.

Feeling the air between us shifting.

Saying one thing but thinking another.

Telling myself yet another something.

Taking a mental note of your tacky shoes.

Hearing you reply in a throaty voice from a flu.

Thinking that it's sexy.

Exhaling hope, inhaling freedom.

Small-talking and big-time flirting.

More moments like these

and I am had.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Here I Go

Here I go,
thinking of you.
And dreaming of us.

And I fail
standing still.
Seeing with eyes.

Here I run
to the distance.
To the hope of the unseen.

Here I see
love in my heart growing.
And myself falling.

Right here I stay,
in your arms, in your thoughts.
In your dreams, in your heart.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

What It'd Be Like

Keep looking down on your book.
Stay that way and don't catch my eyes.
Don't turn your face this way,
so I can imagine
what it'd be like to be with you.

Stay there and sip your coffee.
If you need to look this way,
do it slowly so I can look away.
And I can imagine
what it'd be like to be with you.

Sing me your words, I will learn.
And I will play them in my head
Over and over all night long
as I imagine
what it'd be like to be with you.

I can be a pain sometimes
but please chance it, I'll be good for you.
Cut me a slice of hope
and let me taste
what it'd be like to be with you.